
Wet bald pussy slips off my tongue because I know exactly what you picture when I say it, slick, dripping, and begging for attention, and I love how fast that image hits your dick.
I like knowing you’re stroking yourself to my voice, imagining me spread wide, moaning just enough to make you twitch, wanting, desperate. I talk like a dirty little slut on purpose, slow and teasing, letting you ache and squirm while I stay in complete control.
I want you thinking about how soaked I am, how badly you want me, how easy it is for me to make you cum just from my words. I can hear you gripping yourself, feel you getting sloppy and greedy, already imagining me leaning back, enjoying every drip, every shiver you’re giving me just by listening.
I want you jacking off, imagining your cum hitting my lips, your hands moving too fast, your breath heavy, because I told you to. I like knowing you’d embarrass yourself for me, that you’re thinking about spilling all over me while I keep talking slowly and filthy, teasing you, making you feel pathetic and needy at the same time.
I want you to picture my hands on your cock, your hips lifting as you imagine me moaning, imagining me tasting you, sucking you, taking you while I keep commanding you with my voice. I want you imagining me smiling at how desperate you are, loving how easy it is to make you crumble for me. You can’t stop yourself, can’t hide how hard I make you, and I love that.
Keep listening. Keep touching yourself. Let your thoughts get dirtier while you imagine me dripping for you, taking everything you’re ready to give, and spilling all your cum because I told you to. I’m filthy, I’m greedy, I’m yours to imagine tonight… and I know you’re going to lose control completely.




